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Grobyc Fog Nikameth he say before...
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Oh CD!
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Once you rode high
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'pon the waves, but now
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your pier shakes
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rocking sailes start to die
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as we download from dawning to sleep;
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perchance e'en to stream
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aye, and to rob.
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GFN
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1 Mar 10

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Thank
you, Mr. Oz.

the robbery bit is tasty.
 — banditfemme

pardon my slip.
You may be a Mrs. or a Miss
 — banditfemme

or a nit

ta very
;)
 — unknown

hello, old friend and fellow.

; )
 — fractalcore

glad toblige
:)
 — unknown

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